"pothos" poems
Eros,
Or the limerence I feel.
Is it a sin to adore you?
Eros,
Or the way you drive me crazy.
Is it a sin to worship you?
Through time and space,
Through love and pain,
Eros, you paved the way.
For I was lost in the maze of live,
Fleeing for the shadow of Fear.
Eros, you rescued me
And like a green Pan
Led me to your world.
A world of magic where love flourishes
And sorrows die.
A world where finally
I could be free
With you.
Eros.
Pothos.
Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 9:23 AM UTC
Sunday morning,
and the sun is peaking through the blinds
after a long sleepless night.
The monster that hung over my head all night
is sticking around for the light, it seems,
and it is scaring my Pothos'.
As they wilt,
I am changing the song that's playing,
It's too haunting, too obvious.
An old friend, this specter has become.
I laugh as he spills my coffee.
Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 5:54 PM UTC
How lovely you look, so lit up.
I always keep my room
glowing like a subtle dream
sunset; orange, lavender, vibrant peach.
Now you're mine in the midnight hour
overcome by it, for a week.
Hoping you'll notice
the lonely pothos leaves
she's survived so much
we have both survived living with me.
I never liked this town
but you are so beloved
brought you here
now we're so above it.
Sipping on french champagne
(forgot to budget)
no worries, I'll be gone
this time next year
in some strange place with the curtain drawn
thinking of us here.
Mar 3, 2024
Mar 3, 2024 at 12:07 AM UTC
I have neglected you, dear one,
once so full and vivid, now
expatriate in the cheerless corner.
Look at you drooping, clinging
to the bloodless parts of you,
having long dwindled in
the thankless dark.
Here I come with a sharp pang,
lovely amputee.
How much happier you will be
to forget the bereft bits,
no longer of use in your unfolding.
Until memory pales,
will your phantom limbs
also rustle in the window’s breeze?
Mar 9, 2020
Mar 9, 2020 at 12:51 PM UTC
You are on my mind every moment of every day,
in the dead of night when Incubus rests on my chest,
in the waking hours when Pothos juggles my heart.
Who are you who haunts my soul shaking my very core
Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 4:00 PM UTC
Oh— to be a Pothos vine
Crawling towards the light
Always takes her precious time
Makes every room so bright!
Oh— to be a golden green
With marbled fronds so lush
She, the thriving Houseplant Queen
Makes other flora blush!
But, lo— beneath her heavenly form
Her truest magic resides
For through the winter and the storm
She’s balanced as the tides
Oh— to have that perfect Pothos Power
Flourishing through the night
Oh— to grow and never to cower
No matter how daunting the fight
For it’s her courage that we envy,
Her fortitude that we fear
Her resilient leafy frenzy
That will suddenly appear
Even when you think she’s dead and gone
The stars will still align
A tiny sprout will bloom at dawn
The mighty Pothos vine!
Apr 14, 2025
Apr 14, 2025 at 6:31 PM UTC
This heart ’twas plucked
and tossed
A young boy stranded
and lost
Laid in a fresh dug bed
Contemplating the blanket of dirt
Sacrificing this mortal coil
to the worms
She found me there
That coy mistress
She whispered
Her voice the medicine to cleanse
Left as a reminder,
Stitched
Left to stories in thy head
A cycle that never ends
These gossamer sinews will not hold
To a finger that pokes
To a hand that grips
The flesh, how it rips
Left exposed
A dark nothingness
Lay thy hand on thine chest
Do you feel a beat?
It doesn’t exist
An empty field
Left for the crows
A seed was planted
How could it grow?
Water from thine eyes
And a hand to hold
In that field of brown
A little green
Shows
Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 3:27 PM UTC
Turning a new leaf
She stretches towards the sun
Displaying her truth
Apr 20, 2021
Apr 20, 2021 at 9:00 AM UTC